I remember you
waiting for me
by Waterloo
Bridge
all golden hair
all green silk blouse
resplendent
in a setting sun
a thing of
Beauty
the setting and you
absolutely stunning.
The nervous anticipation
of your waiting
like a little fish
swimming back & forth
in a bowl
too small for it
eager to catch first
sight of me
& how your face
lights up
when it discovers
me
such love
shining out of your face
blinds me
as I look into the sun
raise my hand
to wave
and now even all
these years later
I still meet you
here
in the setting sun
of memory
that one moment
becoming forever.
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Amazed. Vivid imagery, the pauses, the listening eye heard it too :) Lovely and touching poem!